Sunday, June 12, 2016

Making Hay

Whatever you do, do it in style. But not necessarily in one particular style.

It’s been a happening kind of a summer. My sister came home and, in a first since she left to live in an ashram at the foothills of the Velliangiri, she stayed two whole months. So many things we did... some more of the same, some new, some necessary, some just for the heck of it – and all of it was fun.

We went to the Simhastha Kumbh. We met friends, welcomed back old neighbours. We bought a TV. We watched a few movies, ate a lot of mangoes. Stock-taking of many kinds. A learning and an unlearning experience. A conscious sampling of life... so that we can let go.

She’s gone off now and the house seems a bit too quiet. It’s time for this evocative haiku by Carolyn Coit Dancy that describes the fun and purpose of this summer that went by:

creek-side rope swing
learning the art
of letting go


Shweta said...

Oh man! That haiku! Where do you find them, I say? And who says it's not a perfect world? Just so many types of perfect.

Sheetal said...

Isn't it so beautiful? No seasonal word but the scent and splash of summer pervade that poem.

Mulling Tales said...

Good to see you back sheetal..with your unique type of spirit

Sheetal said...

I just saw this! Is that you, Bhavani? Thank you!